Dancing With the Devil Lyrics

You sold your soul to stay afloat. They raised the stakes to watch you fold. They locked the doors and tapped the phones and you just fled to Mexico. No one's gonna fix all your mistakes. When dancing with the devil you had better keep your hands above her waist.

Everything you touch will turn to sand when you see the world as nothing more than money in your hand. You'll never get the chance to understand just what it's like to sleep without those voices in your head, the silent chorus of the dead you left behind.

The taste of treason on her tongue, she settled in the D.C. slums, a hilltop house in Washington that they call the Rising Sun. She wipes the lipstick smudges from her face. She says, "When sleeping with the state you eventually just learn to love the taste."

A new hope for the poor folk is just a penny to the rich. There's a rally down on Wall Street while a fire burns in Kensington (Potter Street, Kensington PA). So carve another notch into your gun. Set the spark and take your mark. You've finally got 'em on the run.